Oh Melbourne!
This is a love story
I keep my eyes tightly closed because I can feel no weight across my feet.
Wood - part II
Because I have committed to making things out of wood until I don’t want to smoke anymore, I am essentially just creating a house full of furniture I can’t smoke at.
Wood - part I
Every time I have tried to give up smoking I have failed. It usually falls apart at the point where I want to eat my own arms off.
The fast lane
Margaret is at least one hundred years old, so the first thing I imagined was how she died.
Getting there
An emergency signal goes off and I am carried away in an ambulance. I am very late for work.
Stories in the ocean
I have been listening to the couple chat away in their lovely language for weeks now, over the back fence.
The arrival
There’s a sense of freedom about Melbourne, a freedom to claim and transform the bland spaces with creative energy.